Father's Day Memories

While unpacking my summer shirts (not sure why I would do such a thing before mid July with the recent weather) Paton dumped over the box. He grabbed a shirt out of the middle of the pile and said, "Hey, that's the shirt I gave you for Father's Day". I looked at Tara to confirm this statement--he was correct. I can't even remember the shirt I wore yesterday, let alone who gave me what a year ago.